sion and she laughed also.
"Wouldn't they be too big?"
"No, just a fit."
"Well, then, suppose one bought them?"
She pressed his arm and pulled him on so as to tear him away from the
sight.
"One has to belong to the wealthy" (humming the air of _Dansons la
capucine_....) "But they're not for us."
"Why not? Cinderella put the slipper on all right!"
"At that time there were fairies still."
"In the present time there are lovers still."
She sang:
"_Non, non, nenni, mon petit ami!_"
"Why so, since we are friends?"
"Just for that reason."
"For that?"
"Yes, because one cannot accept things from a friend."
"Then perhaps--from an enemy?"
"Rather from a stranger; my shopman, for instance, if he wanted to
advance me a payment, the robber!"
"But, Luce, I certainly have the right to order from you a painting, if
I wish?"
She stopped, to burst out laughing.
"You, a painting by me? My poor friend, what could you do with it? You
have gained a good deal of merit already, just for having looked at
them. I know well enough that they are _croutes_. They would stick in
your throat."
"Not at all! Some of them are very cunning. And besides, if they suit
my taste?"
"It's certainly changed since yesterday."
"Isn't it allowable to change one's taste?"
"No, not when one's a friend."
"Luce, do my portrait!"
"Well, well, now; his portrait!"
"Why, it's very serious. I'm as good as those idiots...."
She squeezed his arm in an unthinking burst:
"Darling!"
"What was that you said?"
"I didn't say anything."
"I heard you all right."
"Well then, keep it for yourself!"
"No, I shan't keep it. I'll give it back to you double.... Darling!...
Darling! You'll do my portrait, won't you? It's settled?"
"Have you a photo?"
"No, I have not."
"Then what do you expect? I can't paint you in the street, I suppose."
"You told me that at home you were alone almost every day."
"Yes, the days mama works at the factory.... But I don't dare...."
"You are afraid, then, that we shall be seen?"
"No, that's not the reason. We have no neighbors."
"Well, then, what is it you're afraid of?"
She did not reply.
They were come to the square before the tramway station. Although all
about them were people who were waiting, they were hardly to be seen,
the fog continued to isolate the little couple. She evaded his eyes. He
took her two hands and said tenderly:
"My darling, don't be a
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